Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
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Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.